No matter what kind of game you find yourself in, no matter how good or bad the luck, you can change your life completely with a single thought or a single act of love.— Gregory David Roberts, author of Shantaram, a novel.

High Hopes

Just passin’ through this goddamn stateand don’t ya know it’d be my fateto get popped with fifteen pounds of grassInto Worcester House they placed my assAll because someone dropped a dimeEverybody’s tokin’ but it’s still a crimeI was just a merchant but I’m doin’ timein steel and stone writin’ perverted rhymeYou think this country would take a tipand legalize that shit and finally get hipThe weed is here and it’s here to stayMillions are smokin’ to brighten up their dayThey got red bud, green bud and Columbian goldAmerica’s lit up, both young and oldPeople are smokin’ all over the streetEven cops are stoned while they walk their beatI know plenty of farmers growin’ that cash cropand there ain’t no law that’s gonna make them stopWhere there’s demand there’s gonna be supplyAnd one-third of America’s gettin’ highThey can lock us up but not the smokeRight now there’s millions just takin’ a tokeAnd while I’m here just rappin’ these talesOn Boston Harbour they’re unloadin’ balesAnd there’s barns all over filled with that greenAnd dealers out hustlin’ to make their sceneNow when I get out I’ll be ready to rollI’ll smoke a few joints and light up my soulAnd there’ll be the day when we’ll all be freeSo stop on by and cop a buzz from meThe Lord made weed so we all could flySo love your brothers and sisters and get them high!